Mmm… yeah.
You can hear ‘em if you listen close —
All the sinners hummin’ to the holy ghost.

We were born with cracked halos and tire tread grace,
Sang our names into the interstate.
Every scar a hymn, every bruise a chord,
Every lost soul still praisin’ the Lord.
But I don’t need a steeple, I don’t need a crown,
I found heaven in the way we sound.
All the broken voices, blendin’ true,
Every cracked note still bleeds through.

Yeah, we ain’t perfect, but we’re loud enough,
Singin’ mercy through the dust.

We’re a broken neon choir,
Still glowin’ through the wires.
Every voice that cracked,
Every bridge that burned —
It’s the light we earned.
Yeah, we’re flawed and we’re tired,
But that’s what makes it fire.
Raise your hands, let the noise inspire —
We’re a broken neon choir.

I’ve seen angels fall and drunks stand tall,
Heard prayers in bars and truth in calls.
We all got sins that we hum on key,
But grace still finds its melody.
The city hums like a hallelujah,
Radio static singin’ through ya.
Maybe God don’t need a stage,
Just a heart that forgave the cage.

And if you can’t find faith in the light,
Just sing it loud enough to fight.

We’re a broken neon choir,
Still glowin’ through the wires.
Every voice that cracked,
Every bridge that burned —
It’s the light we earned.
Yeah, we’re flawed and we’re tired,
But that’s what makes it fire.
Raise your hands, let the noise inspire —
We’re a broken neon choir.

Let the static preach, let the sirens pray,
We survived every holy decay.
If the night’s our church, let it stay alive,
Every spark’s a hymn that survived.

We’re a broken neon choir,
Singin’ truth through the fire.
Every heart that hurts,
Still belongs to the dirt.
We’re the sound of the flawed and free,
Glowin’ with authenticity.
We don’t need crowns to reach higher —
We’re a broken neon choir.

Yeah…
Just keep singin’.
Even the broken lights still shine.